Sierra's POV
"Can I come out now?" I ask softly, not wanting to just walk out and watch as Asher and Ross clean his bloody wound. "Yeah, we're all done," he voices and I lick my lips before biting my bottom one softly.
I open the bedroom door and step out with a sigh of relief. "Thank god. I was going crazy being in that room alone," I mumble and Asher looks up with a smirk. "Well, I can always go in there with you," he suggests and I shake my head.
"No way. Not going there until you prove you can be the man I need," I tell with a stern face. No matter how bad I want him, he's not getting me if he's going to act like a hoe. I want my man to be mine and mine only. Not mine and some other bitch named Clarise.
"Wait, what happened with the two of you?" Ross questions and I purse my lips. "Well you see," I begin to tell him but Asher stands up, the wooden chair falling to the ground with a loud thud. "It's none of your damn business," Asher growls and I raise an eyebrow.
"He left me at the hospital and went home to fuck or get sucked off by some broad," I tell Ross and he looks between the two of us with wide eyes. "Man you two are confusing as shit," he mumbles and I shrug. "Can't argue there," I mumble, running my fingers through my hair.
"Anyways," I say, bouncing on the heal of my feet. "Let's go clubbing," I suggest with a wicked smile. "Clubbing?" Asher asks with a crooked smile. "Why not? We've been through so much today, what's a better way to relax than getting piss ass drunk and dancing?" I ask and they both nod in agreement.
"Alright, well how about you take your sexy ass back into that bedroom and shower. We'll go shopping for some clothes after," Asher tells me and I smile with a slight head bob. "Okay!" I finally squeal and take off back into the room, locking the door behind me.
A picture on the nightstand catches my eye, so I walk over and I look at it. A gasp leaves my mouth and heat gathers in my stomach. "Oh my damn," I whisper, licking my lips. Fanning myself, I walk away from Ross's nude photo and head into the bathroom, stripping out of my clothes.
Turning the handle in the shower on, I wait for the water to heat up before stepping under the shower head. My body relaxes as the hot water hits my skin and rolls down my body. Even though I don't want to leave the shower, I grab the bottle of shampoo and pour some into my hand before massaging it into my hair.
"Don't take too long! We're starving!" Asher yells, banging on the door and I giggle like a school girl at their impatient behavior. After I rinse my hair, I condition and wash my body before rinsing off and turning off the water.
"Fuck," I hiss when I notice there is not one towel in the bathroom. I ring out my hair the best I can and wipe my feet on my dirty clothes before padding softly towards the bedroom door. "Asher? Ross?" I question through a small crack.
"Yes?" Ross asks while appearing in front of me. "I need a towel and can I wear your clothes?" I ask in embarrassment. "Hold on and of course you can wear my clothes," he tells me with a wink. I giggle and blush, looking away quickly. He chuckles and walks off, returning shortly with a towel.
"Thank you," I tell him while trying to open the door a little more. Being the klutz I am, I nearly trip and the door flings open. "Shit!" I yell and snatch the towel from him, wrapping it around my body.
"Sorry," I mumble with red cheeks and he looks anywheres but at me. The slight bulge in his pants doesn't go unnoticed and I blush, closing the door back softly. "Everything alright?!" Ashers calls out and I slap my forehead.
"Yes! Be out in a second!" I yell and walk over to Ross's dresser. I pull out a long sleeve shirt and some sweats then dress myself. After I towel dry my hair, I use his brush to try and tame my nap.
"All done," I whisper and walk towards the door. I walk out to find Asher and Ross both waiting for me with scowls on their faces. "What?" I ask in confusion, titling my head.
"We're fucking starving man. Let's go," Asher mumbles and I smile. "Sorry Asher. I couldn't find a towel and that kind of slowed me down," I tell him and he rolls his eyes. "Let's just go so we can get you an outfit as well," He says and walks out the door.
"Shotgun!" I yell, running out the house after Asher like a little kid. "Oh hell no," Ross mumbles. "It's my car." I stop in my tracks and turn around. "Nice picture by the way," I tell him with a wink and he stumbles, blushing slightly. I take advantage and quickly run to the car, jumping in the passenger seat.
Ross soon climbs in the backseat while complaining the whole time. "Tonight is going to suck," he whispers and Asher groans, nodding his head. "Tell me about it. I'm going to be sober all night," he mumbles and I just sit back with a smile on my face.
"Not me," I announce, picking my legs up and placing my feet on the dashboard. "Feet off," Ross fusses from the backseat and I roll my eyes. "Whatever," I mumble and put my legs back down. "I thought you were hungry?" I ask Asher. "Why the hell the car ain't moving and why are your driving anyways?" I ask and Asher rubs his face.
"Fuck the food, let's get her an outfit and hit the bar," he mumbles, starting the car up.
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Through Darker Days ✔️
RomanceMeet Sierra Rose, a twenty year old kind soul. After being kicked out of her mom's house, she moves in with her current boyfriend of six months, only to find out she was better off on the streets. "Ever sat there and wondered what the hell happened...